How's this for some fine entertainment? I just got me a coupla tickets to the Fringe Festival's Blue Ribbon Burlesque.
Burlesque-on-a-schtick from some Fringe favorites! It's hot jazz, bawdy
comedy, slapstick, and vintage tease. Don't miss our prize-winning
pumpkins and udderly fantastic talents!
And featuring Coco Dupree as Miss State Fair. Wow. That's all I can say. Wow.
Just got around to leafing through my August issue of Minnesota Monthly. Most stories from this issue aren't published online yet, but there's a lot on the State Fair. From some dude who set up to eat everything on-a-stick... in a single day, to a little blurb on the National Geographic reporter that visited last year. Pick up a copy at the newstand if you can...
Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Meyer weiner... Er, not so much.
An Oscar Meyer Wienermobile crashed into the home and outdoor deck of Nick Krupp in Racine, Wis. on Friday morning, July 17, 2009. According to a witness, the vehicle was parked in the driveway. The driver lurched the vehicle forward instead of backing out of the driveway, hitting Krupp's deck and cracking the foundation of his house.
Honestly, people, would you stop trying to improve on perfection?
Baked corn dogs. Ugh. You know what makes this an utter failure? The baking part. If the good lord had wanted us to eat baked corn dogs, he she wouldn't have invented deep fat fryers. Holler.
No, it's not some misunderstood Tony Bennet croon -- it's a blog entry about the San Diego County Fair.
And what kind of nonsense is this? Is nothing sacred?
A hot dog IN a zucchini dun in a bun??? California, as usual, you're totally overthinking this. If we wanted veggies in our pronto pups, well... we'd be in California.
New article in the Saturday Evening Post (didn't even know this was still being published) on the State Fair State of Mind. Which in my case is greasy and cheese-addled...
And native son F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote about its “tumultuous Midway”
and “aeroplanes that really left the ground” in his short story, A Night at the Fair, published in The Saturday Evening Post magazine in 1928.